Chapter 446: Swallow It

Chen Erbao explored her lush Peach Blossom Spring, toyed with two large, snow-white rabbits, and occasionally stole kisses from Feng Qingwan’s soft lips. This three-pronged assault sent Feng Qingwan’s already hazy consciousness drifting.

In just a few minutes, Chen Erbao felt the opening below him tighten. A subtle, coiling sensation washed over him. He knew Feng Qingwan was on the verge of breaking.

“I… I can’t take it anymore…”

Feng Qingwan’s legs suddenly went rigid and her soft body began to tremble. Her slick entrance clenched violently, and a tidal wave erupted, drenching Chen Erbao’s fingers.

The unprecedented wave of pleasure made Feng Qingwan’s eyes roll back in her head. She collapsed onto Chen Erbao, completely stupefied.

“What a lightweight.”

Chen Erbao remarked with a sigh, pulling out his fingers. He held her voluptuous body close, spread her legs, and stripped off her pair of nude stockings.

Although Feng Qingwan had a baby face and a petite frame, holding her wasn’t like embracing a bag of bones. She was plush and full-bodied. Her straight legs were just as round and soft, feeling wonderful to the touch.

He undid his belt and unleashed his incomparably hard Stabilizing Needle.

The Nu Long emerged from the sea. Its fiery tip, aimed at the heavens, pressed against Feng Qingwan’s blossoming bud.

Feng Qingwan was still basking in the afterglow of her climax when she suddenly felt a scorching, round object touch her sensitive entrance. Inexperienced as she was, she knew exactly what it was.

A sudden wave of fear made her struggle to sit up, desperately arching her rear into the air to get away from the fearsome weapon.

“I really can’t… I was wrong, I’m sorry!”

Feng Qingwan immediately backed down, pleading with Chen Erbao.

Chen Erbao sighed, pointing at his Stabilizing Needle, which was ready to burst. He said helplessly, “My pants are already off, and now you’re telling me this? You’re the one who led me on.”

Feng Qingwan shrank back in fear.

“I… It was a moment of impulse. Besides, even if I’m ninety-nine percent responsible for this, aren’t you at least one percent to blame?”

“Hmm???”

For some reason, that line sounded vaguely familiar to Chen Erbao, but he didn’t dwell on it. He just sneered.

“Oh? So you’re saying I’m responsible too?”

Feng Qingwan was about to nod, but Chen Erbao pinned her back down with both hands, once again pressing his long spear against her hot, wet entrance.

“Fine. If I’m responsible, then I might as well finish the job!”

Chen Erbao gave a vicious upward thrust. The fearsome dragon parted those two pure, delicate petals of flesh, attempting to force its way inside.

“Aah… Don’t!”

A sharp, tearing pain shot through her lower body, and tears instantly streamed down Feng Qingwan’s face. She wriggled her hips, trying to get away, but Chen Erbao’s hands pinned her firmly in place, giving her no chance to escape.

At this point, only the dragon’s head had managed to get in; most of its length was still outside.

Chen Erbao could clearly feel his spear touching a soft barrier. The thin, tender membrane was no obstacle to his advance. If he wanted, with just a little more force, he could completely conquer the innocent girl before him.

“I really can’t… I… It’s all my fault, I’m begging you, please don’t…”

Feng Qingwan was so frightened she didn’t dare move a muscle, terrified that she would truly lose her first time to Chen Erbao. She wept pitifully, her face a mess of tears. Her round thighs were tensed as she struggled to hold her body up, trying not to let herself sink down any further.

Seeing her like this, Chen Erbao found he couldn’t harden his heart after all. He gently withdrew his long spear.

“I won’t go all the way in. But you have to find another way to help me take care of this.”

“Ah… H-how do I take care of it?”

As the long spear withdrew, the parted red lips finally closed again, putting Feng Qingwan much more at ease. She cautiously shuffled her hips away and sneaked a peek at the massive dragon between Chen Erbao’s legs. Her heart leaped into her throat.

Chen Erbao watched her with a faint, knowing smile. He reached out, pinched her cheek, and slid a finger over her plump lips.

“You’re not going to tell me you don’t know, are you? Ever seen any of those Japanese ‘action’ films? Use your mouth.”

A look of disbelief filled Feng Qingwan’s eyes. She subconsciously started to refuse, but Chen Erbao waggled his giant dragon at her with a smirk, a clear threat that if she dared say no, it would charge right back into her core.

“You…”

Feng Qingwan bit her lip, conflicted. Finally, under Chen Erbao’s threatening gaze, she reluctantly reached out a delicate hand and gently touched the fiery spear.

The scalding heat made Feng Qingwan’s hand instinctively recoil, but Chen Erbao let out a low “Hm?” She could only swallow her grievance and grasp the spear again.

Her soft palm rubbed cautiously against the shaft. Her movements were clumsy and lacked any rhythm, but Chen Erbao was quite satisfied.

Watching this girl—a perfect blend of innocence and maturity—personally lean over to pleasure him brought a deeply gratifying sense of accomplishment.

But her soft hands weren’t enough to satisfy Chen Erbao. He gave her arm a gentle tug and urged her on.

“Hurry up. I have things to do when I get back.”

Feng Qingwan shot Chen Erbao a helpless glare before reluctantly lowering her head, her face drawing slowly closer to the Nu Long.

As she bent over, Feng Qingwan realized the massive dragon was even bigger than she’d imagined. The tip alone filled her entire field of vision.

‘It’s so huge… If that had gone inside, it would have killed me!’

She was secretly relieved. Recalling the Japanese ‘action’ films she’d seen her roommate watch in their dorm, she mimicked the actresses, sticking out her small, pink tongue to gently lick the tip.

HISS!

A tingling numbness washed over him. Chen Erbao held his breath as his long spear nudged forward, bumping against Feng Qingwan’s red lips.

Resigned, Feng Qingwan opened her small mouth. Finding she couldn’t take it all at once, she had to open as wide as she could, taking the head in inch by inch.

The Stabilizing Needle entered that dark, wet space. Chen Erbao let out a breath of relief, placed both hands on the back of Feng Qingwan’s head, and pressed down firmly.

Feng Qingwan’s eyes glazed over as she bobbed up and down unconsciously. A few times, her teeth scraped against his spear, prompting Chen Erbao to correct her.

“Watch it. No teeth!”

…

There was very little foot traffic in this villa complex, but occasionally a security patrol would walk by. Whenever one passed, Feng Qingwan would nervously bury her face in the black jungle, not daring to make a sound. Only after the guards were gone would she resume bobbing her head.

As her technique gradually grew more practiced, Chen Erbao’s massive dragon swelled even larger. Several times, it bottomed out against the back of Feng Qingwan’s throat, making her gag.

Her soft little tongue traveled ceaselessly over the shaft, her suction growing stronger. But Feng Qingwan’s mouth was still too small; she could only accommodate half its length. She gripped the other half in her hand, stroking it gently and giving Chen Erbao even more stimulation.

“Here it comes!”

Chen Erbao watched the baby-faced beauty take him into her mouth. A sudden jolt shot up from the base of his spine. The massive dragon throbbed violently as scalding hot bullets shot out, spraying into Feng Qingwan’s small mouth.

COUGH, COUGH, COUGH…

“Swallow it.”